Until I Get You Claire Contreras Novels & Stories

CLAIRE He was Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the man I had rejected in high school because I loved Charles more back then. And now, he reappeared. Unbidden and suddenly in front of me, helping me. "What's going on with you, Claire?" That deep voice entered my ears like a high-speed train that unceremoniously woke me up from the dark, lightless room. Then his eyes descended to watch my belly. "Are you pregnant?" I shook my head weakly. "I used to be. But not anymore."

Kelly stretch out his hand trying to pull Clara into a hug Clara brushed him away and said with a dark face "I'm not going to the Desert with you until you show me the clip you claimed to have" "what do you mean?" "don't play dumb! you know what I meant!" "really?" Kelly stood up, he crossed his arm across his chest "you've grown wings to challenge me right?" "I really don't have time for chitty talks, show me the clip. that's all!" Clara half yelled. sensing she's been played

Why is she calling at such an odd hour? "What is it?" I ask, impatient, hands on laptop. "Did I wake you from a bad sleep?" Concern etched in her voice. "You know I don't sleep." I yawn over the phone, getting tired of small talk. Claire is always like this: juicy gossips about town when her head is supposed to be on numbers. "We got the contract, Lavanda!" She screams over the phone. "What!" I remove my glasses in disbelief. The same contract that had lots of competitors.

she warned. “You won’t regret it I promise,” he said before handing over the brown envelope with him. Whitney hastily took the envelope from his hands. As she tears the envelope to see what is inside, Mr. Mark gives her a little detail of what to expect. “It’s a picture of Monique with Mr Jones and they are currently in Santorini.” Whitney took out the pictures from the envelope to see for herself. Her heart sank upon seeing the images of Monique and Mr Gavin Jones. Monique was happy in the pictures and considering the angles the pictures were taken from, Gavin was telling Monique something interesting.

Elena felt cold. “From where?” “I don’t know.” The woman stared at Claire. Then gasped. “Nora?” Claire froze. “You know me?” The woman began crying. “You promised you’d come back.” Sarah looked at Claire. Claire whispered: “I don't know you.” The woman nodded quickly. “That’s okay.” Good. No demand. “What is your name?” Claire asked. “Lena Ortiz.” “Do you know how?” “How what?” “How you know Nora.” Lena touched her head.

Clara said. “𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨!” Claudia had told her FLASH BACK OVER

" Eee.......Great ! " said Claire looking at her mother's smile relieved . Her phone rang and she saw that it was the assistant of the dean calling her . " Who is it ? " asked Melani when seeing her daughter's face turn serious . " The dean's assistant . " said Claire with a troubled expression and opened the call . " Hello , miss Claire ! " said the dean's assistant . " Hello ! " said Claire . " I wanted to congratulate you for winning the scholarship abroad . It's a huge blessing for you . " said the dean's assistant with a smirk .

Bernadette interjected, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. A faint smile touched the woman's lips. "My father, Jasper McCain, is part of your circle. I'm Claire McCain." The name triggered a recognition deep within me. Her father, a trusted associate, managed my affairs alongside Michael. After a hesitant nod, Claire proceeded to approach the bed, settling herself beside Rebecca. Gently, she unfolded the towel, revealing the round swell of Rebecca's stomach. As she placed her hand upon it, my eyelids fluttered shut, deliberately shutting out the scene before me.

"Okay, let's do it. But first, let's go over everything again. We can't afford any mistakes." "You know what? Let's set up a meeting tomorrow. Let's meet up with this actress. Let's make this as fast as possible," I suggested. "Sure, I will," Claire agreed. ********* The next day, Claire and I set our plan into motion. We arranged a meeting with the actress, a stunning woman named Isabella, under the guise of discussing a potential role in an upcoming film. Isabella, flattered by the attention and eager to further her career, agreed to meet. Claire had chosen the location carefully, knowing it would make Isabella feel special and important. I sat beside Claire, ready to support her in the co

“Before the contract. Before your father’s debts forced my hand. I had eyes on you, your routines, your dreams of art school, the way you smiled at Claire like she was your whole world. I told myself it was reconnaissance. Leverage. But the truth is… I was already obsessed. You were light in a world that only knew darkness. I couldn’t stay away.” Elena’s breath caught. A year? The revelation settled over her like another layer of chains, terrifying, yet strangely intoxicating. He had wanted her long before the devil’s contract was signed. Before she could respond, the intercom crackled again. Luca’s voice, tense and urgent: “Boss, we’ve got a problem. The Contis didn’t just send men. They se